Baby, It’s Cold
Outside
I can remember my mom Sybil Miner
Beck singing that old song on cold mornings. With the temperature at 0 degrees Fahrenheit
and a wind chill of minus 8 degrees Fahrenheit, it’s way too cold for me. In my
youth school schedules were never delayed, just because it was cold. Only ice
and snowy roads cancelled classes. I can remember walking to an unheated wooden
bus shanty, huddling inside. At least we were out of the wind as we waited for the
long yellow and black behemoth to arrive trailing a plume of steam and fumes.
The brakes squealed as it stopped opening its maw. We would hurry to be
swallowed by it, joining fellow students for the ride to school happy for the
small but welcome warmth inside.
My mom had a quirky trait of
singing a chorus of a song when it matched something one of us kids would say. The
song always had some tie in with what we had just said. She only did it at home
for us, so I’ve always thought that it was special for the family. If she would
have tried it in public, people probably would have thought her crazy. I must have
thought that it was special, because I picked up her unusual trait and will
often sing a few lines from a song, but I have added telling a story or sharing
a joke that mimics some word in something that was said. I did this when I
supervised at Frick Hospital in Mt. Pleasant, Pennsylvania. I’m not sure if
anyone thought I should be wearing a straight jacket or not, but most of the
time, it did bring a smile. Hopefully, I made a fellow employee’s day go a bit
better.
I decided my New Year’s
resolution for several years and have been practicing. That promise is “If I am
grumpy, I don’t leave home. No one wants to deal with a grumpy old man.” So
far, I’ve been able to keep it. It makes people smile when I share my
resolution with them. Those who enjoy it the most are the cashiers at stores
where I shop. They sometimes will share a horror story of a rude or irate
customer.
So, to my friends and readers, I
challenge you to adopt the same New Year’s resolution.
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